in the box, there is also a white tank top, a black jacket and a pair of blue jeans. noting their style and size you think "well, these look like something a teenager would wear" as you look around you then start to slide the tank top and jacket on, as you do, you start to think like a teenager. boys. school. driving. job. and you smile having a strange memory of a handsome Reynard you use to date, that is, until that asshole took off with a tramp she-wolf.
Shaking your head you continue with the pants, giving room for your tail to slide out of the hole, feeling a tingle as you hear a voice "Vicky, are you done in there?" "y-yeah just a minute, dad!" dad?..how did you think that voice was your dad?
gathering up your old clothing, which has turned into a pink t-shirt and leather pants you walk out and see a rather annoyed adult fox standing there. "took ya long enough, do you like the outfit?" without thinking you respond "yeah, think it will help me find another boyfriend" without thinking again you notice you have a purse now too "odd" digging through it you find a learners permit, on it it shows your picture and your age to be 16, and, of course, your name being "Vicky Smith"
as you both reach outside you find